She sees what she's showing
 And feels without knowing
 And on she goes she lives to grow
 I see she aint buying what I'm selling
My sweet Alisa
 She glows in the moonlight and shines like sunlight
 And on she goes
 She lives to flow
My heart had grown cold and infertile
 You But she's the sprout
 My sweet Alisa

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